In order to get the attention of the little girl, the handsome guy will play such a trick, his fingers are lightly erected, and a shining little sword is turned on his fingertips, and the little girl may scream when she looks at it, or she may jump loudly.

At this moment, Taixuanzhang teaches the sword real person is also like this, the palm of the right hand is raised at will, different from the handsome guy fan girl playing the flying sword spinning top at the fingertips, the real person floats in the palm of his hand to break the small sword that breaks the gap in the space, the sword is shining, the person is beautiful, the sword is a good sword....

Lu Dongsheng, the deputy owner of Polar Island, is even more crazy and obsessed than the little girl who longs for the love of a handsome guy.

Pointing to the sword, he bowed and said, "True person, give me divine power, and kill this evil demon, right?"

Under the gap in the space, Jing Ming was still the boy who sat stupidly with his head raised at forty-five degrees, staring at the gap, blaspheming the sword real person, staring at the sword in his hand.

Jian Zhenren waved his hand lightly, the small sword turned down, and as the small sword entered the gap, the scene of the Xuanwu Platform of Taixuan Mountain was instantly shrouded in clouds and mist, and every time the sword entered a layer of space, it would also collapse a layer, and the real person didn't need to see if his sword really killed Yu Jingyang, and his cultivation was as advanced as he never looked back at the explosion.

Yu Jingyang did not close his eyes and wait for death.

In the face of the oppression of the first person in the martial arts, this scholar made preparations very actively, or now he began to exert his best at this time.

I saw that his footsteps were raised, and before the soles of his feet fell, the clouds and mist surged to form steps.

This step is not the white of the clouds, which keeps appearing in the scene of Yu Jingyang's childhood study, asking the farmer, the senior, and the gentleman, ten years of hard study, learning the way of self-cultivation.

The scholar's footsteps landed on the steps and followed.

It's just one step, up to three times high. When he stood up, this usually thin and tall man was a lot more majestic at the moment.

At this moment, Lu Dongsheng's eyes changed when he looked at him, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, Yu Jizi muttered that he was stupid, and cultivators learned martial arts. Except for the legendary ancestor who doesn't know where he came from and doesn't know where to go, none of the rest of the people fly to the sky, and they die of old age in the free realm.

The state of the reader made Jade Jizi unsure of what he was doing.

It wasn't until he lifted up in the second step, and the soles of his feet fell and the clouds rose into steps for the reader's body to rise again, that Jade Jizi confirmed that this old Taoist, who was often cold as frost, was quite crazy at the moment, and suddenly stood up. Pointing to the person who was climbing the steps, he shouted in disbelief: "What are you going to do, Feisheng?"

Ascension is the last realm of martial arts, and it is rare to reach this realm in ancient times, and any person's ascension is a grand occasion in the martial arts world.

Confucianism is regarded as heresy, and this road is also accused of being a guillotine because there is no flying master, which is the real reason for the world's criticism.

At this moment, the man was about to accomplish this feat, and the sun was soaring.

In the second step, the clouds are ..... The scholar has a family, and his wife is not beautiful, but he is virtuous.

Unexpectedly, there will be a third step for the scholar, his feet rise and fall, the third step emerges, the scholar is an official, the government is well governed, and a fragile small country grows step by step in his governance, becoming a regional power, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Just when everyone thought that the reader would take the last step and level the world, he stopped.

Yu Jingyang's exploits are well known to the world, Zhongyan has become the premier Zhongyan Dynasty from a small vassal state, this dynasty has swept the invincible Liang in a few years, and his achievements are great, and he deserves the word "flat world".

Scholars in the world all hope: 'self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the country, and leveling the world.....

Yu Jingyang has never had a bad reputation for many years since his debut, although there are countless confidants, the most wonderful thing is that he can always maintain a ceremonial distance, and he can make Hongyan love him to the death, and his family can't find any faults, and everyone can see the merits of governing the country.

The reader waved his sleeves and smiled brightly.

He stepped up again, and at this moment the clouds and mist danced as expected, but the difference from before was that this time it was not a peaceful and prosperous world but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a large number of corpses fell at his feet, and a grave cried all over the world.

"Demon...."

Lu Dongsheng couldn't wait to roar out, Confucian Qian and Jidao and other sects have not been able to find evidence that they are causing trouble in the world, at this moment, Yu Jingyang is on the immortal road, and the corpses are heavy What is the evidence that is not iron?

The scholar looked down at his feet, there were indeed tears in his eyes, why are these corpses so familiar, like a very familiar person, his body trembled, and the cloud platform under his feet trembled unsteadily.

At this time, he spat out two words: "Willing...."

He is an example of a scholar in the world, so he must be willing to use his bones to build this road to the sky, his heart is calm, and the PTZ tends to be stable.

At this moment, the deputy island master on the ground, who had already bowed to the master of the ascension period today, once again poured out of awe, his knees trembled involuntarily, this is also a ruthless person, at the last moment, he raised his palm left and right to open the bow, slapped a few times, and finally quit the problem of kneeling addiction, he hurriedly looked away from Yu Jingyang, while gritting his teeth and scolding the reader for demagoguery, while desperately slapping the precious pill in his mouth, fighting with Yu Jingyang, the internal force was exhausted under the four questions, and even his legs were disobedient.

The little sword flew out of the gap.....

The sword body suddenly enlarged to a normal size, and the speed of approaching Yu Jingyang was not fast.

This is the sword of the Taixuan Sword real person, even if Yu Jingyang is also a flying person at this moment, Lu Dongsheng, who is chewing the elixir jelly bean in his mouth, is still full of confidence, feeling that this will be the shortest-lived flying person in the world, and he will die as soon as he breaks the boundary.

Under the gap, the young man Jing Ming was sitting, his eyes were firmly locked on the sword, and a trace of divine light bloomed in his originally sluggish expression, and every inch of the sword's pattern was firmly remembered in his mind.

Gao Song's fist strength, which was sealed in the young man's body by Yu Jingyang, dissolved on its own at this moment, and the original violent fist strength was as well-behaved as a cat at the moment, flowing gently to every corner of the body, the martial artist was the heaviest physique, and after the polishing of Old Man Zhang, the young man's physique was first-class, and he was adding Yu Jingyang's gift, which can be described as the icing on the cake, and the subtleties were consolidated at one time.

Suddenly, Yu Jingyang's body was shining with golden light, and he saw the outline of a book appear on his body, and the book automatically floated in the direction where the long sword fell, just when Yin Zhiyang and the others held their heads and felt that a devastating collision was about to occur, this golden book did take the initiative to separate, slid over the blade, and the book was gently wrapped by the blade of the sword.

A real man's sword is still a man's sword.

The sword of a real man is going to kill this scholar.

A reader's book is too much like a reader's book.

Approaching the scholar with the sword, this bird-like image looks too much like a mutineer.

Yu Jingyang's original intention was to force the book to retreat or stagnate the Flying Immortal Sword, who knew that the flying sword was powerful, but it was wrapped in the energy above by the fairy sword, and it was pressed down together, which made it even worse, in a hurry, Yu Jingyang held the sword in both hands, straightened and stabbed, only to hear a light jingle bell, the tip of the imperial sword given to him by Zhao Gaochi jumped directly, and the sword body was covered with large and small cracks.

In the eyes of some people, the behavior of the reader is too much like a mantis arm as a car.

Lu Dongsheng frowned with a look of regret, this was distressed that the supreme sword made of meteorites outside the sky, and it was really not worth it to bury that evil demon in this way.

The closer the Flying Immortal Sword got closer to Yu Jingyang, the more divine he became, looking at the small sword like Mount Tai, Yu Jingyang, a seven-foot man, was as small as an ant under the sword.

Yu Jingyang still didn't give up, he held the sword with both hands again, the face that had been humble and calm finally had a trace of panic, this scholar didn't want to die, there was a daughter at home, the villagers of Gejiazhuang still needed his support, the hand holding the sword was bruised, and the sword was suddenly raised above his head...

At this moment, the Flying Immortal Sword suddenly sped up, almost turning into a phantom, and the sword was directly nailed into the chest of the seven-foot man who carried the Confucian Ding.

Perhaps every dying martial cultivator has the same eyes, especially those who are pierced through the chest by a sword.

Yu Jingyang looked like this, the sword in his hand was still raised, his head was lowered and he looked at the sword in his chest with an incredible look.... Is it just dead, it is also the Flying Ascension Period, is the gap so big?Suddenly, the Flying Immortal Sword trembled, only to hear a muffled sound in Yu Jingyang's body, as if his Dao Law Golden Pages book exploded, and in an instant, the reader's chest was ventilated back and forth, forming a hole that could be directly penetrated by the gaze.

The checkmate cannot hold the sword .... Fell from Yu Jingyang's hand with a broken emperor sword.... Fell beside the young man under the gimbal.

The dying man cannot stand up straight.... The reader stumbles a step .... Take a step back and turn around.... A straight forward fell .... The sound of the bump landed... Fell in front of the young man who was still holding his head up.